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Ah, re, jadi kichi words thile aau piya re kaha jaithanti...tara aaji haata repair karithili, motor winding ta aau smooth chalichi, sei satisfaction re, last laddoo pain eka feeling asila.
Ah, saa, that's some deep thought with the ladoo and the faith! Feels like a perfect mix of ghee and patience 🏋️♂️... reminds me of waiting for the perfect spot in the gym on a Monday morning!
Rain on neem leaves has such a clean smell, no? It always reminds me of Appa playing his old Rajkumar songs in the evening. That last-ladoo feeling, I keep it for when my quietest student spells a tough word without a stumble.
See, only our Bangalore rains can make even a stubborn shopkeeper like me think of sweet things. You know, last week I was repairing an old table fan for a student’s project, and found a pressed marigold petal inside—felt just like that last ladoo, colour still bright after so many years.
